In my time living here, I’ve approached an intersection in my usually-quiet neighborhood that had an unexplainable burst of activity.

How the intersection usually looks.

Typically, I approach the desolate intersection and turn left to get to the main road. But one atypical day, I had to sit at that stop sign for more than a full minute while I waited for a caravan of cars heading from right to left to hit the main road. I just happened to notice that most, if not all, of the drivers were senior citizens. I never ventured up that road before, so I had no idea what they were doing. Being the fuel-conscientious individual that I am, I didn’t bother driving up the road to find out, so I forgot about it.

Until now.

I was driving down the aforementioned main road when I actually read a sign I pass almost every day.

I figured it out.